A/N: I apologize beforehand to anyone that may be offended with the chapter….but it must be written all the same…hehehehehe…..after all it is a huge milestone for Christine, one that she will remember for the rest of her life. In case you haven't figured it out yet, this is her first love scene! I hope I've done it justice, I'm not very good at writing this type of stuff, I'm more into the wholesome aspect of romance, lol. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think!

Perhaps I might even update again after I come home from work!

Chapter 4

We arrived at the door to the Valerious manor somewhere between the hours of three and four in the morning. We had been gone for at least five hours, and as the carriage slowed to a stop in front of the home, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, happy to have come out of this event in one piece.

"Well, we are here." I heard Velkan say as I opened the door to the carriage, stepping out before him. I could hear Boris Valerious approaching, the determined step of his steed the only sound we heard in the night. I looked up to meet his gaze in the dark, and for a moment, I noticed a small smile of satisfaction written upon his lips as he returned my curious look.

"I'm sure you would like to rest tonight." I heard him say as he climbed off his horse. I noticed him taking the reigns, leading the animal away. "Sleep well, Christine…Velkan." And as easy as that, he was gone to bring the horse to his stables. Velkan had climbed out of the carriage after me, and had stood not far away during this whole conversation. After he had noticed his father leave, he ventured a word.

"Come." I heard Velkan say as he carefully approached me. "Do not be offended by my father, it takes time for him to warm to you." I smiled as he spoke those final words, knowing that he would probably never warm to me. All that he cared about was children to carry on his family line. I did not reply to his comment.

Velkan's gentle hand at my back was the only thing I felt as I was led to the front door of manor. He tried the door, and thankfully found it unlocked as it opened before us, revealing the dark empty main entryway.

I followed him quietly, forcing myself to minimize the sound of my feet as he led me to his room. As we reached the hallway that would lead us there, I noticed him slow his step to allow me to walk with him. My hand reached out blindly to take his in the darkness as we saw his door looming before us. I could feel my heart quicken its beat as I slowly began to realize what lay before me…

Not a word was said as we approached the door to his rooms. Velkan reached out and took the ornately gilded knob, turning it carefully so as to make no noise. When the door was finally opened, he allowed me to enter first, closing the door silently behind us. We were alone…

We stood there for what seemed like hours as I turned my back to him and slowly began to remove my cloak. The brilliant red of my gown could barely be seen within the darkened room. Slowly but surely, I heard Velkan's quiet steps as he ventured to light some candles, casting his study in a soft, warm glow.

"I didn't know you were so fond of reading." I said to him as I dropped my cloak carelessly on a chair. I found him on the other side of the room, taking his coat off. I noticed him loosen the ties of his cravat as he turned to me and smiled lightly.

"Oh yes, but you would be disappointed to find that nothing here is really literature in the sense that you know it," He responded. "These are books that have been within our family for generations. They are mostly about vampires and other creatures of the night."

I nodded my head, feeling my heart calming slightly as we spoke. It was almost as if a large weight had been lifted off my shoulders. A small smile formed on my lips as I ventured a reply.

"I would expect no less." I answered as he slowly turned to face me. "You are a demon hunter. I would expect no less from a Valerious." I approached him slowly and began to peruse the books stacked against the wall.

Though I was so close to him, I did not feel him even once move to touch me. It was almost as if he were waiting for me, as if he did not want to initiate the contact. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me, a small smile of satisfaction written upon his lips as he saw the gentle rise and fall of my breasts with each and every breath I took. But, still, he did nothing.

The longer we stood there, pretending as if we were nothing more than friends, the more I wanted to take him up in my arms. I could feel him approach me and begin to read from the book as well, his eyes most likely reading the same lines I had begun to read.

"If the subject matter interests you as much as it seems to, then perhaps I will let you borrow the book to read." I heard Velkan say. I slowly turned my gaze to meet his, finally noticing a small smirk on his lips. Gently, I reached up with my hands to touch his cheeks. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as my lips suddenly met his own.

Gradually, I felt his hands leave his side, wrapping firmly tightening about my waist. Slowly, hesitantly, his tongue gently tasted my lips, though not forcefully. And as my lips parted to allow him entry, I felt him suddenly grow bolder.

He lifted me from the ground as my arms traveled around his neck, seating me upon the small desk where the books had been stacked. They were all thrown carelessly to the ground as I felt myself pushing his body against my own, longing to feel his heat against my skin.

"No." I heard him say as he forcefully pulled himself away from my grip. I could see the bewildered expression on his face as he looked at me, almost surprised at having me in his room. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get any words out he had taken my arm and pulled me from where he had placed me.

His hesitation gone, he lunged down to capture my lips in a feverish kiss, our tongues dueling as he pulled the cloth from my shoulders, exposing my wound. It seemed almost as if we danced within his chambers, never parting from our kiss as he pushed me ahead of him to his bed. Fully consumed within his passion, I was powerless to resist.

In moments I felt my legs hit the soft blankets of his bed. Our lips finally parted as he trailed kisses from my lips to my chin, tracing along the line of my jaw until he reached my neck. I pulled away from him only to smile as I took a seat on the edge of his bed.

He regarded me with a curious smile as I reached behind me to release the clasps of my gown. For some moments, I struggled with the clasps, before I finally loosened them. Slowly, I rose from the bed and slid the gown off, revealing my corset and chemise hidden beneath. I smiled at him as I began to unbutton his vest, sliding it off his shoulders and allowing it to fall carelessly to the ground.

"I suppose we should work just a tiny bit faster." I heard him say suddenly, breaking the silence of the moment. In moments, he had taken me up in his arms. Before I was even aware, I found myself upon his bed, his body looming above me as he roughly pulled his shirt from his body, revealing the tanned skin of his chest.

I looked up at him in surprise, but I quickly recovered as I reached up suddenly and captured his lips in a kiss, allowing him to fall on top of me, the heat of his flesh burning through the layers of clothing I still wore. He slowly released my lips as he smiled wickedly down at me, undoing the lacing of my corset and sliding it from my body. I took a deep breath of relief, finally free of the constricting garment.

I felt cold again as he pulled away from me to sit at my feet, watching me with a curious grin on his face as he slowly began to unbutton his trousers. His boots he had already removed, tossing them carelessly at the foot of the bed.

I longed to say something to him, something funny, something witty, but all I could hear was the beating of my heart. All I could feel was the fire slowly burning within me. Noticing my impatience, I saw him smile at me, abandoning his work on his pants.

"Your stockings…" he said to me as he lifted the hem of my chemise. His hand slowly moved to my leg, traveling slowly upwards. He removed my stockings slowly, one by one, as his hands slowly grazed my inner thighs. I sighed in pleasure, but jumped suddenly in surprise as he grazed my most intimate place. He laughed at my reaction.

"That wasn't funny!" I said angrily to him as he smiled.

"I just wanted to see how you would react." He responded. I did not say anything in answer to his comment. I seated myself properly, watching him with an angry smile on my face as he laughed at me. I felt myself growing slowly more and more frustrated at each passing second as he looked at me, until I suddenly shoved him onto his back, straddling him.

In stunned silence he watched as I quickly began to undo his pants. And in moments I had removed them. I felt him harden beneath me, and in a fit of longing, he immediately rose to capture my lips in a feverish kiss. His hands immediately began caressing my thighs as we kissed, lifting the chemise as he worked his way upwards. We parted only momentarily as he removed the only barrier between us. Before I could even realize what had happened, he was above me once again, complete master over my senses.

I struggled to keep control over myself as I felt his hands caressing my back, his lips everywhere upon me. As he slowly began his work upon my breasts, I cried out. All the while he shushed me between kisses, warning me that I should not wake the whole building. I did not reply to his gentle words as I arched against his touch. He slowly resumed tasting my bare skin, moving slowly upwards, all the while gently spreading my legs with his own.

I, on the other hand, held tightly to him, gently grazing his back with my fingernails, pushing him forcefully down onto me as I felt his hands travel to my hips. Slowly I began to realize that he was readying me for our union. Instructing me as to what I should do, he laid my head gently upon his pillow.

"Is this your first time?" I remembered him asking me between ragged breaths. I hesitated for a moment, slightly ashamed at having to admit it was. Not hearing my reply, he ventured an answer.

"I am assuming it is." He said quietly. Velkan regarded me with a curious gaze as he found his answer to be true. "Is it?" he asked. I hesitated for a moment longer before answering.

"Yes." I replied. I saw a genuine smile cross his face as he looked down upon me. Strange how one word could incite such pleasure within a man….

His hands tightened about me as I grazed his neck with my lips, forcing our bodies to make contact, longing for him to continue this passion he had incited within me. Everything seemed so new, so fresh, every single sensation a delicious chill upon my body. I heard him moan against me as I wrapped my thighs about his body.

"I am sorry if I hurt you…" I heard him say between ragged breaths and kisses. I could feel his sweat against me, the soft scent of his cologne and my perfume intermingling. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he said this, what could he have possibly done to hurt me? I would find my answer soon enough.

His hands I felt tighten about my hips as I held him, lifting me slightly from the bed. He whispered loving words into my ear as I felt him gently nudge for entry. I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. As he pushed further, I felt something tear within me suddenly, making me claw into his back. He stiffened above me, but he never said a word to reprimand me. He stopped for a moment, allowing me time to adjust, before continuing once again.

Tears had begun to freely fall from my eyes, but he silenced me, calming my rattled nerves all the while with sibilant sounds, crooning a small tune into my ear as he ventured even further within me.

I felt myself throbbing as he finally filled me to the hilt. Never before had I thought this would be as painful as it had become. No wonder he had apologized before hand. He had been gentle and slow, but yet it still hurt to feel him enter me.

"Is it always this painful?" I asked as I felt him slowly begin to move within me. He groaned out a no. I winced slightly in pain. Noticing this, he slowed, instructing me to keep still.

"You are not well used…" he murmured as he worked within me. "This is how it is for every woman…" He began to say, but he did not finish his words as he let out a moan, feeling myself tighten around him. I dared not ask him any more questions, forcing myself to make the pain subside.

He moved within me slowly, every one of his movements becoming easier and easier as my body grew accustomed to his invasion. Soon, I found myself groaning as well, struggling to keep my voice low. Above me, Velkan smiled, happy to see that I had found pleasure as he had. He slowly began to quicken his pace, filling me to the hilt over and over again as I began to writhe beneath him.

He would pause every so often to allow my pleasure to build. And as he did, his hands would leave my hips. In frustration, I would place them back to where they were originally, ordering him to continue. And he would. But, he would continue slowly, finding pleasure in my quiet pleas for release. He knew I did not find myself happy when he worked slowly….and I knew he was waiting for me to continue where he had left off. So, I did as I assumed he wanted me to do.

I began to counter his thrusts with my own, and I smiled as he began to cry out in pleasure, his hands tightening even more about my hips. He worked within me quickly and smoothly, the pain almost completely replaced with blissful ecstasy. My heart beat madly within my chest, my mind in a total and complete fog, knowing nothing but the man crying out above me.

Hearing me call his name….hearing me call out to god for him to release me sent him to a fevered pitch, his face red from exertion as he thrust maddeningly within me, pleasuring me to degrees I could never even imagine.

I felt the heat within me slowly begin to build until it was released suddenly, leaving me moaning incoherently beneath him. For seconds after I experienced countless aftershocks as I felt him within me. But, he was not done yet. He continued his work above me madly, his eyes glowing with determination as he filled me on last time. I cried out loudly, not caring if anyone heard, feeling intense pleasure as he shifted to fill me further. As he did this, I felt him give up to the final sigh, exploding within me. Groaning in pleasure and satisfaction, he collapsed above me, his head falling limply on my chest.

"My god…" I murmured between breaths, rubbing his back in comfort. Slowly, I felt him leave my body, collapsing beside me onto the bed. And together we lay, never speaking a word to each other. So this was all that Charlotte had experienced…so this was what is was like to have a husband. It was then that I found myself relieved that I had been so quick to accept him.

"You do realize what has just happened…" I heard him say beside me between breaths. We both looked up at the ceiling of his room, our eyes fogged from the sensations we had only been feeling moments before. I blinked rapidly before continuing.

"We've made love." I responded, my hand reaching up to stop my beating heart. I looked to Velkan, noticing as he slowly shook his head no.

"You've given up your innocence." He responded. "You've given up your innocence to me…" It was not until he spoke those words that I finally realized the gravity of the situation. We had consummated our vows to each other…I had become a woman.